Pleasing things:

Getting slowly to a point where I can sing along to Deli more fluently

Finding another website with Mor Ve Otesi lyrics in Turkish and English and discovering not all of them are lame

Pleasing and Luscious things:

Never before had I thought eyebrows could be sexy(Jack Nicholson has always been too old to count)

Sad things:

The fact that a band has reverted me to a teenager, hunched before my computer all evening playing rock music and memorising all the lyrics.

Oops! I have misspelt their name at least twice in this blog so far.

The unlikelihood of Mor Ve Otesi touring Australia, despite our excellent bilateral relations with Turkey since the whole WWI business was forgiven and forgotten.(Oops, lest we forget.)

Hopeful things:

That when I finally get my ass over to Europe they will be touring and I will get to see them live and judge whether they are worthy of this teenage-like affection.

Scary things:

The fact that it is past my bedtime. Good night \(^o^)/ zzZ

Things achieved:

A ten-kilometre run Sunday before last, in the rain, that I actually physically ran at least 8 kilometres of.

A small suitcase full of clean, dry, folded clothes from the laundromat last Sunday.

A large batch of ginger & pumpkin soup cooked and stored in the fridge.

A large batch of tomato & mushroom pasta sauce cooked and stored in containers in the fridge and freezer.

A number of small tasks ticked off and outta the way at work.

Things appreciated:

My little heater. God, how I luvs it.

Having a steady income and a house and savings and family and good friends. Always good things to remember.

Things recently enjoyed:

A visit from my friend A for a couple of days - some proper catching up time, lunch on Lygon Street and dinner at Longrain, with the added bonus of a scammed lift in a BMW and the discovery of a hidden bar.

Things to do:

Put away the dry clean folded clothes in the small suitcase taking up about %15 of the floor space in my room.

Remember to take brewed coffee to work tomorrow rather than leave it on the dresser on my way out the door (#^o^)\

Things to look forward to:

Seeing Wicked on Sunday evening - at half price - yay!

Catching up with K when she comes down in a couple of weeks.

Deli

Aranıyor sahibi ruhumun
Tam yerine mi düştüm
Direniyor faili tutkunun
Kızmış ve küçülmüş

Aranıyor sahibi ruhumun
Tam yerine mi düştüm
Direniyor, direniyor, direniyor...

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Aranıyor sahibi ruhumun
Tam yerine mi düştüm
Direniyor faili tutkunun
Kızmış ve küçülmüş

Aranıyor sahibi ruhumun
Tam yerine mi düştüm
Direniyor, direniyor, direniyor...

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Bir yarım akıllı bir yarım deli
Dört yanım akıllı bir yanım deli
Herkes akıllı bir ben deli
Bir ben deli..

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At least repetitive lyrics in another language builds practice...

I first saw the lead singer's impeccably groomed eyebrows in the Eurovision semi-final and it was rock-star crush at first sight.

As all the lyrics are in Turkish, I can ignore the fact that they are repetitive and dull (even after allowing for poor translation) and sing along, hardening my r's most pleasingly and gazing into Harun Tekin's deep dark eyes beneath those brows....

Flickr mosaic

I caught this little bug from my good neighbours homebody and Tamzen - I'd like to see your version if you have an hour or so to spare....

Visit this site and compile photos found on Flickr by searching on the answers to the following questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Not like:

• Spending most of the early evening in a big empty house after work. It didn't feel creepy, nor is it unusual, but it just made me feel a little lonely tonight. We all seem to spend our mornings and evenings walking around out of sight of each other, or not here at all. It feels unnatural at times.
• The band across the lane. I certainly don't begrudge them their dedication to an interest, and they are always finished before 9-9.30, but I'm getting really tired of their sets.
• The fact that washing never f$&king dries outside in winter.
• Having run out of books to read :(

Like:

• My shiny new kettle and bright new quilt cover courtesy of the Myer department store's 30%-off sale on Sunday.
• My bones. I found, scrubbed clean and stored a Southern Hairy Nosed Wombat skull and an Eastern Grey Kangaroo lower jaw during one of my university field trips years ago, and had the sudden urge to take them out and sketch them. I used to find sketching bones incredibly calming in uni lab classes. This would probably be one of those Random Facts About Me facts right there. Whoa. Random.
• My heater!
• The Ukrainian and Greek entries in the Eurovision song contest. Both features gorgeous girls in amazing costumes with good, strong voices. And both were robbed by all the ex-Soviet states combining their bought votes to shove the bloody ordinary Russian entry into the top spot! Robbed! (Oops, did that just become a Not Like?) 
• The hope that Terry Wogan will quit his role as English commentator for the Eurovision final* and take his sad cynicism away with him.

That is all.

 * Completely Unofficial news link

I ran 5 kilometres around the city last night, and I'm not even that sore!

Not that it felt easy. I was actually okay until we stopped at a red light for nearly four minutes and then went off again. Then my brain got tired. I say that because for me running, or exercise in general, seems very much a case of mind over matter. I have quite low blood pressure, so when it gets up with exercise I hear a voice saying that it's too hard, I don't like being sweaty, I feel very tired and may faint or something if I don't stop. But another part of me suspects this is not true. I am not so delicate that I can't get a little sweat up. As it is, even when I really exert myself it only takes a couple of minutes for my heart rate to drop again. So it is a matter of telling myself off for laziness, not letting myself stop just because part of me doesn't feel like exercising ever and doesn't understand why it isn't getting its way this time. I am not generally a fan of self-motivational talk/power animals/grunt in the mirror-type psychobabble, but I am now applying a small piece of that wisdom to exercise. I know the facts. Our bodies are not accustomed to sitting in a chair all day. Sitting in a chair all day can make a body feel tired and crave fatty, sugary foods it does not need. No exercise + too much crap food = jeans feeling and looking uncomfortably tight. My body has finally realised it is not 20 anymore and has started acting more its age, ie. like more like every other woman around me who moans about weight gain and inches and soup diets, and finally I am starting to understand. If I want to keep my figure I have to do what most Western women do: cut down on the junk food and take up exercise. Simple.

Was a bit too sleepy to make it to the computer last night, but will make up for it by expanding my....things:

Delicious things:

Chicken ginger soup with pasta and peas and corn that I made pretty much from scratch

Buttered toasted crusty bread!

Perfect flat white made by the surly teenager in the little kiosk downstairs at work. Lovely and hot, just the right strength and sweetness and best of all, no god-damn f%$king foam in my flat white. So simple, yet so hard for most baristas to get.

Annoying things:

Not too much at the moment! The drumming has stopped for the evening and I am still happily ignoring any kitchen and bathroom mess I did not make.

Pleasing things:

I ran all the way around the park this morning without stopping! Yay me!

Worrying things:

My throat feels a wee bit raspy - another early night if possible.

I shouldn't be this cold at night yet - several nights this week I have needed my little heater on. I am still refusing to get my winter coat out of storage until at least mid-May. Hmm, could this have something to do with the dry raspy throat?

Exciting things:

I am getting a proper hair cut and colour this Sunday, even if it costs me almost two tram tix more than one monthly tram ticket.

That is all.